Here's the Wedding Chapter (cue the wedding march)! Read it!
So Close
So close to reaching, that famous happy ending
Almost believing, that this was not pretend,
And now, you're beside me
And look how far we've… come
So far, we are, so close
Deep breaths. The only thing that held twenty year old, Hermione Granger from near shock or possible heart attacks, was deep breaths. In and out, in and out.
She and Ron were getting married today. But, unlike Harry and Ginny, they were getting married outside the burrow, in a neat courtyard-garden that Hermione had harbored herself since the rebuild of the family's home, and not in a spacious cathedral with 293 guests.
Ron was near to passing out as well. He swore his dress robes were too small, and were somehow trying to strangle him. But Harry, the newly named Father-to-Be, explained it was simply pre-wedding nerves. Bull-charms. If not for having a mid-morning ceremony, Ron might've exploded.
With Ginny hormonally yelling about her swollen feet every five minutes, and Victiore and Teddy running around, Hermione got not a moment of peace to herself. She decided to lock herself in the closet for a minute. As dumb and stupid as it sounded, it made Hermione finally feel like she was somewhere… serene.
"Hermione? Dear, what are you doing in there?" Molly was pressed up against the door.
"Taking time to myself." Hermione replied.
"For Merlin's sake, you're not pleasuring yourself, are you?"
"What? No! I'm just… thinking." Hermione pulled the bottom hem of her cotton gown off the floor.
"Want some company?" Molly asked.
"Love some." Hermione weakly smiled through her tone.
"So, your wedding day was a circus, too?" Hermione asked. She could barely sit up, she'd been laughing so hard at all of Molly Weasley's memories.
"Extremely, I don't know anyone who's had a calm one."
"Ginny's was quiet." Hermione looked up.
"Yes, but she was just as bad as you…"
"Oh, really?" Hermione perked up. "Do tell."
"She nearly took a warm tub in her dress. I had to pry her hands away from the faucet!" Molly shared.
"Thank you for telling me this, Molly. I dunno what I'd do without you… Or Arthur."
"My pleasure, Mione." Molly smiled. "I think someone's waiting in the garden to see you."
"Better get going then." Hermione helped Molly off the makeshift chair in the small closet.
As the music began to play, Hermione, in her slim, torso-hugging , Cotton Gown, strode in slow-motion down the aisle that was prominently lined with roses. Ron was waiting at the altar. Clad in dress-robes and a smile, he watched every second of her descend down toward him. It was like each of them were seeing each other for the very first time.
And… in the end… it was their own perfect happy ending. But only for the moment…
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